Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

Orange, rather than retro, in a room illuminated by an old fluorescent lamp. The wooden thin walls, the faded synthetic leather sofa, and the bed are the only big ones, but the sheets and curtains of the same color feel somewhat tired.

"Boulders, cheap hotels. It's like a movie. It's like a fugitive's escape."

Kosuke, who rattled the floor with a giggle and threw herself in the bed with a bitter laugh, tells herself that it looks like such a flag. The old smelly bed made the springs sound giddy, as if protesting not to treat them abusively.

Kosuke thus rented a hotel room because he needed to stay overnight for the convenience of the plane. Why did Hajime bother choosing such an old hotel after receiving a sizeable fee from Hajime that he could not have done so in his student capacity, simply because of Kosuke's impoverishment?

No matter how much money you have, and even though you don't need it in particular, staying in a luxury hotel will surely not settle in Kosuke, paired with the brilliance of the room. What's a capsule hotel... strangely unsettling? That's what Kosuke once said to his parents when he went on a family vacation.

At that time, Kosuke's parents felt a little too small for a boulder as a son, and they wanted him to at least ask for a business hotel or private accommodation.

"But, well, you've just been a little excited to rent upstairs. Nice view."

The reason Kosuke chose this hotel was because it was fifteen stories tall instead of old. The higher the floor, the higher the price, but I borrowed it looking forward to the night scene with a troubled quote, "Jiu, about the tenth floor, because it's good..." If my classmates and family find out, I'm sure they'll turn a lively, warm eye.

If you open a tired curtain, the lights of the town sparkle like scattered stars on earth there. It's quite a satisfying night view, not unlike expectations and expectations.

"... Now, I'm sure we'll see Lana, yeah"

Kosuke talking to himself again. In the brain, this is the romantic rush with my beloved older rabid lover.... I'm sure that if Chonggo or Kentaro were beside him, he would have put in a scratch before the night view, at least a little more hotel grade.

Enjoying the night scene for a while, fantasizing about meeting Lana in your brain, taking out your smartphone and looking at the two shots you took with Lana the last time the gate was opened, Nyonyo, and repeating that for hours.

It was time to take a shower and go to bed, and Kosuke headed to the bathroom.

The bathroom is also old made, with a shower nozzle mounted directly on the wall and several handles underneath it. I dared to keep my clothes on and turn the handle while letting the kick and sound to see how the old shower was doing, and the water erupted a little. "Sweet, you thought you'd wear it from your head like you promised!," he adjusts as he kicks the handle to get to the optimum temperature while doing what is vain for one person.

While I was checking the temperature with my hands, I wondered if it was like this, when Kosuke shrugged...

A violent vibration came from the top floor. Trouble is, paralysis and dust fall from the ceiling.

"Keho. Oh, my God, don't make a scene in such a run-down hotel.... to the ceiling, isn't it thin?

The thinness of the wall has been confirmed. Kosuke gave a slightly disturbing look as he looked up at the heavily dusty ceiling, wondering if he would sell a fight head-on to the Building Standards Relationship Act up to the ceiling.

No way, the people upstairs love each other so hard, the ceiling falls off in its too much intensity, and you face Kosuke - what a deal then... and Kosuke shakes his head as he squirts like a dog, whilst delusions about blushing things if someone I know him again, for some reason, with a bad feeling of springing up in his chest and paying off the dust that came down on his head.

In a moment, pampered, the burst sound I was used to hearing slammed Kosuke's eardrum.

"Uh? Hey, is that a gunshot right now? To love each other, it's too intense!?

Kosuke looked up at the ceiling again like a ghost. Even in the meantime, the gunfire continues constantly. No matter what you think, a guest upstairs is in a heavy shootout with someone. Besides, from the fact that it even sounds like a continuous burst called Daddy Daddy, either, or both, is getting into machine-gun gear.

"Hih, you just saw Car Chase in the daytime, huh? Foreign, how noisy is that? Or is Japan just too peaceful!?

If the bullet doesn't come down through the ceiling, Kosuke leaves the bathroom as he dwindles. And just in case, I gently opened the door on the hallway side to see if the floor where my room was okay. Slightly peeking into his face and running his gaze to the left and right of the hallway, but, dare I say, nobody seems to be in the hallway.

Kosuke said, "Can we stay in a hotel with guys like this at gunfights?," he decides to escape while flagging weird.

but before that, the windows were filled with flashes that were too cool and intense. Apparently, the upstairs customer also used the flash van. Immediately thereafter,

"Dr. Grant, grab it! Fly!"

"Ho, do you really do it!? Or, wait, wait. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

I wondered if such a loud and screaming had sounded small from the window, and shortly afterwards, there were pampered holes in Kosuke's room window that cracked into the spider's nest, and in the next moment, the window glass blew inward with the crushing sound of Gashaaaaaan.

- With a woman in a black suit and a blonde sidetail girl held by that woman.

"Are you hurt, Dr. Grant?

"Ugh, it's okay, Vanessa. But the lifespan has shrunk."

A tall woman in a black suit - Vanessa-Paradi, an agent at the National Security Agency - woke up a girl in a blonde sidetail white coat - Emily Grant.

Side by side as Emily sifts her head as she looks pale, Vanessa turns her gaze toward the entrance and exit as she quickly replaces the automatic gun magazine in her hand.

"Let's hurry, Dr. Grant. You'll be surrounded soon."

"Yeah, I know. Still, it's good to see no one in the room downstairs (...)"

"Yes, because given the way they do it, they won't quit involving ordinary people either..."

They came down from the upstairs floor in an unscrupulous way for replacing the sheets of the bed with impromptu rope and jumping downstairs, but stroked their breasts howling at the fact that no one was in that downstairs room (...).

Whether it's daytime car chases, and previous raids, Emily and the others are slowly losing track of their means. If there were ordinary people in a discreet place, not a public place, an old hotel room, etc., they would have definitely eliminated it without caring.

(... no, well, every time, I don't mind. Funny, 'cause you're in my sight, aren't you? I'm not hiding anything, am I?

Suddenly, someone somewhere with a thin shadow that was stiff while half-opening the door to the room pulls his cheeks to zero stupidity. And I thought I should just try to escape, good thing the two women who are pumping the smell of this mess haven't noticed.

But Kosuke's luggage - I can't leave my wallet or passport behind, even though I can't say I don't have any big stuff in it.

Besides,

(... those two, aren't they Mr. Daytime Car Chase?

Yes, Kosuke remembered. Witness the magnificent aerial sandwich catch and ginger ale catch about the two of them who were exposed to poka-n and dumb surfaces despite being in the middle of a car chase.

The smell of trouble pumps, one is obviously not a staunch person, the other wears a tired white coat for some reason, even though he is about the same age as Kosuke, but still, Kosuke had somehow cared about the two desperate looks.

That could be because, or maybe it was because I saw the two of them relieved that they didn't involve unrelated people while they were facing a whole lot of action movie bursts.

(But I don't get flushed. Coincidences are coincidences, even coincidences, as if they were some kind of compulsion or working. They seem like some good people, they're beautiful, but they're beautiful! Leah, with a lover named Lana, I won't stand for it! From the day after tomorrow, there will be summer classes at school. So I'm going home!

Kosuke walks back into the room with his legs unplugged, split-footed, about to ~ rink ~ while declaring that in his heart. Nothing, like Hajime when I was in Tortoise, nothing unrelated has the ruthless value of truncating.

It's just that Kosuke on Earth is a paranormal level fiend who can destroy the headquarters of a secret society hundreds of years old alone. If I use that power, I can do most of it. And there are people in need there, people who are looking for help, so if they fly around like Kosuke, they will not deny it, "so often" caught my eye.

For all of that, if you move just because you're in trouble, you can't pack anymore. I can't believe I'm going after my dreams. It's second or third.

Above all, Kosuke is not nearly as powerful as Hajime. In addition, it does not combine the values of other applications, such as "Give Yourself Omnipotence" and demand artifacts from Hajime.

There have been several times before when we pretend not to see and feel bad about the aftertaste, but still, what should be prioritized and where to draw the line… Kosuke has carved its importance into our hearts in our days in the other world and in the way the Demon King led us and in the time we spent with Lana and Hauria's family.

Thus, when Kosuke decides not to engage with Emily or Vanessa, and just as vigilantly as the entrance/exit person - that is, unlike Emily and Vanessa, who came to Kosuke's, things wind up mocking Kosuke's decision.

"Vanessa ahhh!!!

"Huh!?

Anger unleashed on Vanessa. Its origins are the ventilated windows that Vanessa and Emily have just popped in. Seeing, there was a man trying to use centrifugal force to jump into the room with a rope-substituted sheet wrapped in one hand, just like Vanessa.

Vanessa points the gun reflexively and tries to shoot a man. but when I saw the muzzle of a pistol held in the other hand of the man pointing toward Emily, not myself, I pushed Emily down, flinging aggressively.

When a man grins niggardly at Vanessa's reaction like that, he eventually jumps into the room gently without pulling the trigger, poking the muzzle perfectly at Vanessa right after he looks up, in a flowing behavior as he takes his passive under the forward rotation procedure.

"... chip. I can't believe you're faster in this situation. As always, technology alone is (...) top notch."

With tongue punching, a man drops his chills and gaze to his chest. There, Vanessa's gun was quietly accompanied.

"That's a lot to say about" just "Kimberly. Like you, honesty that doesn't betray your people, I'm gonna keep it together, right?

"Ha. That's not" honesty. "" It's sweet. Like now that I know I can't shoot a lady and still shelter her, "

In a tone that still seems to spit, the man called Kimberly, who handles Vanessa that way. Brown's short hair, a tight body that you can tell from across the suit. Raptor-like eyes and ironically suspended mouths. Objectively speaking, it seems like even actors can get through, a wild looking.

From that mouthful, it can be seen that Vanessa and Kimberly know each other and no, they are colleagues. At the same time, I see the disturbing background that Kimberly, apparently Emily and Vanessa's chaser, betrayed Vanessa.

(Hey! Next to next, what the fuck! It's a movie, this is one of those action movies where the whole United States got excited! You're aiming to slap each other lightly while you poke your guns at each other! Isn't that a little cool!

Vanessa and Kimberly stood up slowly as they poked each other in the muzzle. Just around the middle of it, a shadowy thin person who doesn't put it in his mouth but scratches it hard. Normally it should be in the sight of the two of us...

"Give it up already, Vanessa. Give me the Doctor. Come with me, too. Even if you play and live your whole life, you're still gonna get the kind of money you're gonna get to change, right? It's a lot better than getting lead balls stuck in here, right?

"Did you kill everyone on the team for that reason? Just for about money reasons? There's no way I can be overwhelmed for such vulgar reasons. I will do my duty. I'm not letting the Doctor get his hands on me."

I struck my tongue again like Kimberly was pissed off. Behind Vanessa, Emily, who had her face stretched by tension, turns her gaze to Vanessa with a crying expression.

"Ugh, I don't know if this guy... If this is a movie shoot, it's definitely the main character, yeah."

Someone else leaks their thoughts unexpectedly.

Kimberly continued her words in a mocking tone with a chilling glance at Emily.

"Mandate, right. Ha, you really think something like that's still working?

"... what do you mean?

"Come on? I wonder what that means? Why don't you just go back to HQ and you'll see?

"No way......"

Vanessa, who also had a scarce expression in a series of circumstances, came here and opened her eyes slightly. From Kimberly's words, or already, there's a possibility that he's in isolation. Even though it's hopeless to just crack open the situation now, losing the back shield is the same as being really checked.

Is Kimberly's word true? Who's on your side and who's the enemy? Who can be trusted?

Contrary to Vanessa's scarce expression, as she thought tremendously on the inside, a doozy and footsteps came from the hallway, as if it were a time limit. While Kimberly was holding back, the other chasers came using the stairs.

"Eh."

"I'm done, Vanessa. You know what I mean? Usually you don't hang out with all this futility and try to control me fast. Which one of you is hurt if you don't? An ambush at the lab - you didn't seem to have been able to handle it. Even in daytime driving, you made a series of mistakes that didn't seem like it, did you?

Kimberly quickly glanced over Vanessa's entire body and said, "Is that flank?," he says. Vanessa didn't react in any way, but instead Emily looked sad, exposing herself that it was the truth.

"Oh, so during the day, you were in an accident. I wasn't just a bad driver."

Among the pressing situations, no, it is there and someone with a thin shadow to pack your bags, who whines about it in small ways. On the boulder, someone noticed...

"Still don't pull the trigger because I don't think even I can always beat that handful?

"... I hope you say it's prudent. You don't have to go out of your way to risk being checkmated soon"

"No, it's not" prudence, "it's" cowardice. "

Earlier it was a return of interest. Kimberly, eating a brilliant counter of words, narrowed her eyes like a nose. "That's quite an excellent return. Good, do more! Recessed, handsome!" The words in support of Vanessa and cursing Kimberly sounded with a small voice, but normally seemed to go bare from right ear to left ear.

Shortly thereafter, there were about six dota-dos and armed men, avalanche inside the room. Vanessa frowns, leans against Vanessa as Emily turns pale, Kimberly has a joyful look, and the shadowy boy looks back from near the door with his luggage in his pocket at some point.

"Now, that concludes the senseless fugitive play. I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna ask you if you're coming at me anymore. You kill here, and the lady takes you. You pretended to have one last chance. Stupid guy."

"Vanessa!

"Ah, Doctor."

When Kimberly sends a signal with her eyes, a man of good stature in a leather jam grabs Emily's arm and pulls her away from Vanessa. Vanessa, who bites her teeth, takes a deep breath like she's ready,

"I'm sorry, Dr. Grant. I couldn't seem to protect you enough. But I didn't run out of bills. Please, don't give up."

That being said, he smiled lightly and completely out of sight of Kimberly, looking back to Emily defenselessly. Sliding something out of my pocket.

"How many times do you think I've teamed up with you?

"Huh, guh."

In a moment, at the same time as a single gunshot, Kimberly's kick pierced Vanessa's flank. The gunfire belongs to Vanessa. He made Emily look distracted and tried to use the last flash van while firing at Kimberly.

But Kimberly, who apparently was reading it, jumped Vanessa's gun with the gun she was poking at and at the same time released a strong kick to the injured flank.

Vanessa's flank, which poked her knee in severe pain, seeps in with a red stain. On the side rolls a colon and a small flash van that did not fall through the pin. While sweating, still trying to point the muzzle at Kimberly, he was kicked in the arm again and let go of the gun.

And then Kimberly's muzzle is pressed gritty against Vanessa's forehead so that now it's time to show her checkmate.

"There's no alarm or gap. That kind of thing pays tribute."

……

No longer, Kimberly looks down at Vanessa with a gaze that doesn't dwell on any emotions. Emily desperately raises her voice of restraint while being strangled with wings, but Kimberly doesn't even look. I stare at Vanessa, who is neither looking nor checkmated, but does not reflect despair in her slicing eyes.

Thus, for a moment, when his eyes narrowed uncomfortably, he squeezed the finger on that trigger. I lose my trigger play. Kichiri and the working sound of the internal mechanism rings.

"Stop it! Vanessa, run!

Emily's screaming echoes. No matter what, the woman who protected herself as she said it is about to blow her head off in front of her. When you say you've lost several loved ones already, is fate still going to expose you to tragedy before your own eyes? Guisserie and Emily's heart twitch.

"Bye, Vanessa."

"Go to hell, bu man"

The last words of the traitor and the knight of the girl (Knight) are exchanged.

Anyone, anybody. I don't care who you are, save this woman who is faceless, but unfathomable, but very attentive, honest. Save her, just as this man saved me!

Emily exclaimed. For salvation. There must be somewhere in the world, delivering to a miracle.

"Oh my God, help me!!

"Oh, too. Don't say that!

In a moment, a single gunshot went off. The manifestation of a small death that easily scatters a person's life does not, however, dye the room red.

Parali and wood chips fell from the ceiling.

"To?"

"What?"

"Hey, what..."

Leaks out the missing voice while Vanessa is not looking like a poor beauty, gives a shout out that Kimberly doesn't understand the current situation, and zeroes her doubts in the way Emily said unexpectedly. The men who were holding Emily, as well as the other men, dot their eyes abnormally, suddenly appearing in this room, stunned.

"Ha, I did it. But men who don't respond here, I mean, humans don't work."

"Oh, you. Where the hell did you..."

Kimberly leaves one step later. But I couldn't back down any further. Because he - Kosuke - suddenly appeared as everyone on the spot noticed, grabbing Kimberly's gun arm and letting him point it at the ceiling.

Kosuke laughs bitterly at the words that reveal Kimberly's upset.

"Nothing from anywhere, here, because it's my room. From the beginning, I was here. In people's rooms, will you give me a break about Hollywood or something on your own?

"Chip, I was hiding."

Kimberly tries to shake Kosuke's arm off, but despite the appearance of the Japanese boy, who doesn't even seem to have reached the youth yet, she doesn't make her forged Kimberly's arm tightly restrained and slightly moving as if it's fully tightened.

Ha, the other men who returned to me rushed to point the gun at Kosuke, but then they would then move behind Kimberly to shield him. So, I hesitated to pull the trigger.

In that gap, Kosuke, who twisted his wrist and restrained him in the rear hand, whilst Kimberly raised her face with a sore wrist, what voice.

"You, who are you! Moving now...... you're not a normal person!?

"No, no, I'm a common student everywhere."

Kosuke urges Vanessa to take Emily quickly while she dares not take Kimberly hostage.

However, Vanessa at the time, immediately after receiving Kosuke's gaze, somehow broke her faceless expression and floated a relief. And blocked Kosuke's words and said this.

"Huh. Apparently you made it, Mr. K"

Mouth it as if you knew help would come in from the beginning. Speaking of which, earlier, the hand tag had said something that had not yet been exhausted, but it could not be Kosuke. It's a coincidence that Kosuke is here, because she couldn't have recognized Kosuke's existence in many ways.

For some reason, there is an unpleasant coincidence that only initials are worn...

"Huh? No, no, that's definitely different -"

"What!? Mr. K, is that so? You're the one!?

Kosuke's words were blocked again. For some reason, by Kimberly, who is astonished.

"Wait a minute! You guys are definitely mistaken! Sure, my initials are K-"

"After all, is it Mr. K!? That's why I'm surprised... How to kill such signs, I've never even seen them. Damn it, Vanessa. While on the run, I was grabbing contact somewhere, but I didn't think I was pulling in this kind of help."

An unstoppable mistake. Kosuke's words were put through just as lightly as his presence. "I mean, who's Mr. K?!?," he exclaims in his heart to the current state of affairs, which shows unexpected developments.

"A freelance killer who never shows up...... It depends on the reward. I'll take any murder. Honestly, I got lost at the end of the day, asking someone on the Sheriff's Department blacklist for help. But I couldn't replace my belly on my back to protect Dr. Grant.... but I was surprised because I didn't think Mr. K was such a young boy."

Kosuke thought. Explain, thank you.

Apparently, Mr. K and I are killers on the government blacklist.

In this situation, Vanessa, who never tries to abandon Emily, depends so much on her, albeit bitter, choice. Perhaps, besides the fact that he would commit any murder depending on the reward, his client would never betray him, or the request would always be completed, among those on the blacklist, he was a relatively easy person to request.

"Hey, notice the discomfort of our words. You don't show up, you usually show up. Such a young Japanese boy, I don't know where the organization is, but he's a blacklisted killer."

"Oh, I remember! He's the one who was catching sandwiches and drinks in the air at the coffee shop where Vanessa barged in during the day!

"From daylight, you say? Damn, you even prefaced the escape route and you were spying on us! I didn't know they were after us."

Accelerating mistakes. Emily, what a perfect time to get your hands on each other. Kosuke's cheeks dramatically attract Kimberly, who bites his teeth.

"Um, please, why are you telling me my story?"

"Kimberly. Mr. K is asking for the murder of a raider during Dr. Grant's escort. You know what that means? Though a young killer who has risen in the last couple of years or so, his skill has already proven tremendous. Before him ruthlessly, I can't recommend you to take a bet, though?

Kosuke is a ruthless young killer...... Kosuke's eyes began to gleam. The hands that hold Kimberly in captivity shudder like they reveal their insides.

When I saw that, the armed men said, "Come on, that's bad. He desperately suppresses the urge to kill," he whispers with a warlike look on his face. Kimberly, too, began to get agitated by the vibrations she conveyed, "Come on, what a crazy guy he is".

"Vanessa. What's the difference between you and me? For a purpose, it's insane to use an outside road like this. After all, if it's for a purpose, what do you do?

"Hey, while you're on the outside..."

"Sure, maybe so. But I'm going to be able to do as much as I should. If he is truly an outward path in the sense that his intent to kill is directed at Dr. Grant or people with no connection whatsoever, then I will risk my life to stop him."

"You know, stop calling me a natural out-of-the-way."

"Don't leave Vanessa with you! Oh, my God, you're not just a shallow little villain blinded by money! Murderers there, they're better yet!

"Hey, come on, don't think of me as a tear-eyed forever. You can call me a murderer if you want."

"Hmm, that's a childish word you don't know about the gratitude of gold. But don't forget, okay? The only thing that created that devil's pill was you, little lady. When it comes to the outside road, you're better off..."

Gorgeously through someone somewhere, Kimberly's words try to hurt Emily by becoming an invisible blade. Emily's expression distorted her with pain and guilt and her hand clutched to her chest unconsciously...... and then, inadvertently, Kimberly's words stopped and she screamed "hey" instead.

So, finally, everyone realizes. With tears in his eyes behind Kimberly's back, Kosuke appeared to list the sparkling object he had in his hand at some point.

"I don't know what's going on with you? Am I an outsider? So, don't hurt both of you as much as you can, I was trying to get you both out of here? They usually leave you behind? No, I don't mind. I'm used to it. I don't give a shit. I'm fine. But I think communication is important, so you can't ignore it, yeah."

"Mister K?

"Eh, calm down, Mr. K. I didn't mean to scorn you."

Feeling somewhat like that, Vanessa clogs the words, and Kimberly spins the words in a cold sweat. The gaze is poured on what Emily and the armed men alike are putting up with a puffy tremor as Kosuke shows his inner emotions.

As the tension ran, Kosuke finally gained his attention and broke his mouth with a little joy. And Kimberly and the others gave a slight relief.

"So eat it! The weapon of madness created by Firesass - Ashtray Attack!

"What is it, mah, mah - hey!?

A sparkling object - a heavy glass ashtray that for some reason was in the room at the beak of a dilapidated hotel - Kosuke shook down into Kimberly's brain with a broken expression.

The painful sound of Gothic echoes, while the stars scatter in front of Kimberly's eyes. Kimberly slipped into the floor with weakness as she left it. With his white eyes peeled, apparently everyone's favorite Tuesday murder weapon played a solid role.

An armed man's gaze was caught and he headed to Kimberly, and shortly afterwards, it was next time he turned the gunpoint back on the hive of an intruder who had lost his shield.

but such a small object dancing lightly at the height of their gaze.

"Oh, my God, we're getting away!

The moment Kosuke called it that, the object of the universe blew up. Intense flashes of light burning the retina ravage the room. Yes, that's a flash grenade glow. Kosuke picked it up subtly and threw it at the same time he hit Kimberly.

As the armed men sheltered their eyes with screaming "again" and evil spit, the sound of goin 'again and a short scream of "bubble" came up. Kosuke hit the men near Emily with Tuesday's murder weapon.

"Mr. K! Dr. Grant."

"Yes, yes, I know. And don't call me Mr. K."

"Fluffy, right, who!? Mr. K!?

……

As the light ravaged the indoors, Emily, who was blinded for not being in the meeting a second time, seemed frightened by suddenly being deprived of her sight, crouching her head with both hands and becoming smaller. It's kind of a defensive attitude that makes you feel charismatic for no reason.

Kosuke bears such a burden on her shoulder as she vomits evil. The truth is, I was just trying to get him to go to the gap where the two people who protected their eyesight with their hanging voices escaped, like I had outflashed my first flash, but apparently it didn't work that well.

Most importantly, Vanessa remembered accurately, in steps, all the human positioning and distances in the room, without changing the point at which she was deprived of her sight, so that there was no boulder around her sight being crushed but moving quickly.

The armed men point the gun at the invisible but aggressive voices, but Emily makes no sense unless she secures them alive. Therefore, I had to pull the trigger and go right and left. They don't seem to be the only ones on the level where they can be named agents, either because they couldn't follow us right from the top floor like Kimberly, or because they easily smash their sights twice.

"Outside. One block across the street, there's a car."

"Roger. I mean, I can run a lot. Aren't you still blind?

"Oh, you know, Mr. K eh. On my shoulder, Kachigu, would you stop!? Oh, hey, hey, hey."

"I'm seeing a little bit, and I know the average number of steps. Please take the lead if you make an error."

"Okay, I get it."

"So, hey, hey, hey. Earlier, I went to the bathroom and I was upset. Not good."

Emily's tummy sounds pinchy, but if she encounters an enemy, she needs to leave one hand free as Kosuke doesn't really want to count Vanessa with a gun on top of being barely visible. So I don't know when I'm going to fall off, I can't hold my hands blocked or anything.

So even if you're in a raid while you're in the bathroom and your bladder is screaming, you can't listen to Emily's request. I'm never giving Emily a whisper return of interest for putting her words through or bringing up the daytime matter at the perfect time. I don't think so.

"Huh, I knew you were there. Kura Eh, Special, a sudden blow on Tuesday No!

As Emily struggles desperately to defend her dignity, Kosuke throws Tuesday's murder weapon at an armed man revealed through a door that leads to the stairs. Flying with a stunning spin like a boomerang, Tuesday - the ashtray took a brilliant clean hit to the man's nose tip shortly after he let him peek into his face.

Ashtray falling docha next to a man who blows his nosebleeds out in abundance and falls. Already, several people have sucked blood and stained it red. I'm worried it'll be a demon dish without a demon knife.

Vanessa steps onto the groin of a man who had fallen subtly and plunges him into the stairs. For a moment, Kosuke thought I'd skip attention to her with a diminished vision, but Vanessa goes down the stairs lightly enough to wonder if she really didn't see it.

"Mister K? I kind of guessed it. Please, let me down."

"There's no such thing as Mr. K."

"Da, no! No stairs! Please. Ahhhhhhh."

Kosuke flew down the stairs in one flight. It's already light, step-by-step, but refreshing and chasing Vanessa. It's just that I'm down with Vanessa, and I never have any other intentions.

Even if it's "Stop," or "Forgive me already," or "Ooh, I'm gonna tongue you" or "So uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh! I'm sorry. No." I don't care if you're listening to Emily's sad voice and she's a little stunned, there's no point in saying otherwise!

"Dr Grant, please lower your voice a little. We may still have enemies."

"Come on, we got a situation here, that's what you're gonna say!?

"It's okay. I'm not ashamed of the situation."

"I get it now! I don't have any allies.

Emily's sad voice won't stop. It depends on the dignity of the girl. Though a pressing situation, it is Setouchi in many ways for Emily, who is unfamiliar with the field.

If the boulder really softens you while you're on your shoulder, Kosuke can't just do it, so it's time to try to change it to a side hug for you. Kosuke is a normal person. Even though Emily is a beautiful girl, she doesn't have any sexual habits that make her happy to be "peed" on.

However, it seemed a little late to make that decision, whether or not Kosuke had any other intention.

"Hmm? Hey, white girl? Will you let me go? Because I'll hold you aside."

"Mm, Muri... if I move... I'm out"

"Seriously, no more vibrations, right? I'm going down the stairs softly."

"Muri... I'm sorry, Father, Mother... Emily is... a bad girl"

Emily doesn't make it slight while she finally clings to Kosuke. I can't see it from Kosuke, but his eyes are vain and he has a dry grin on his mouth.

To Emily, who suddenly started confessing to her parents, Kosuke said, "Do it, I did too much!?," he said with a rushed look. Along the way, I even exercised my skills to avoid transmitting vibrations, but Emily seemed to be at her limit from the start.

"But hang in there, white girl! Don't give up, if you give up, that's where your dignity ends!

"… (puffy)"

"Can't you even talk anymore!? Hey, suit guy! This kid, seriously, because it's the limit! Stop for a second! Around the corner..."

"I don't have time for that. Mr. K. If you're a man too, shut up and take it."

"What are you talking about!? Yeah, white girl! I'll drop you off now."

"-"

"Hey -"

Late night escape drama at a run-down hotel.

Kimberly and the others, who regained consciousness, follow Kosuke and the others who escaped brilliantly.

... while following the trail of tumbling water and air.